Disillusion Stories

Naruto was born with hair as fiery as him mother's and intelligence paralleling his father's. Will he use this to bring salvation of destruction to the world?

"Let's play a game," he whispers playfully into my ear. I hum and turn my head, "Twenty-two questions?" I ask instantly, a grin tugging at the edge...

WARNING: Dark and morbid horror story... A 19 year old has lived in poverty his entire life. His parents died years ago in a fire leaving him with a hideously scarred f...

[Male SI/OC FIC] Well fought and well done. All of us fight as one. It took me three years to be able to properly read the faded out kanji of the flimsy poster that I ke...

Modern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set aga...

This is my collection of poems for the Attys! There are ten poems, each in a different poetic form. Thanks for choosing to read them, and thank you to everyone for the...

Say, a server in a hotel, if only he senses his service at the tables as a contribution to the society at large, notwithstanding his modest earnings, still the quality o...

Light, and darkness. Love, and hatred. Honor, and disgrace. Lira used to think that she knew one from the other. A young Heiress living in the glorious realm of Thira...

This is a story told from the point of view of a twelve-year-old boy, Arthur, against the backdrop of a devastating regional war. Torn away from normal life and with eve...

It was those moments when he sighed, exasperated with the world, she understood him most. How was it that the two of them were trapped in a limbo wanting to escape and '...

A collection of poems I've written lately.

Mia was just a normal girl throwing one of her usual New Year's parties. But when an annonomus starts texting her, her boyfriend cheats on her, her friend falls in love...

Drabble. Love never happens the way it does in fairy tales.

Remember your worst day? The one who got away? The things you thought, but didn't say? These are poems of heartbreak, desire, and nostalgia.

I took The Lonely Crowd by David Riesman and added to it what it allowed to be made.

What is the purpose of thought? Is truth discernible? Can life have meaning without an objective truth? What does this mean to the individual? Such questions are conside...